Chapter 1

"… and Anderson, make two copies of the Davidson case report- one for Archives and one for Strauss. It should be on her desk in an hour."

"Yes, sir."

And with a last polite little nod Anderson took the file from the Unit Chief and left the office at a brisk pace. He headed straight for the carpeted stairs, praying Agent Jareau wouldn't see him through her office window and come running, grunt work in hand. It was always another phone call, another coffee run, another scheduling-

"Anderson! I'm so glad I caught you while you're not busy. Look, I know this isn't really typical, but I'm going to need you to pick up Henry from preschool and bring him to a friend's house."

"I thought your husband wasn't visiting his family in Louisiana until next week."

JJ stared confusedly at Anderson's frowning features. While it wasn't out of the norm for Anderson to know the goings on of the team's personal lives for the purposes of his job, he didn't usually question orders.

"He got called away early by the sheriff at NOPD for some information on an old case he worked… and the sitter canceled right after we got a case."

Anderson's frown deepened.

"A case?"

"Yeah, in Maine. Is there a problem?"

"No, ma'am, not at all... School's out at 3 o'clock, right?"

"Yeah. I'll text you the addresses."

Anderson gripped Hotch's file tightly as he neutralized his features and, true to form, gave a curt nod that signified he understood. Turning away from the still perplexed agent, he headed down the stairs and straight across the bullpen to his disaster zone of a desk. Sitting hunched over a pad of yellow sticky notes, he wrote quickly on the topmost square and ripped it off. He grabbed his keys from their place atop a massive pile of reports and scurried off towards the copy room, stopping only to press the note to the computer screen of a certain young genius.

As Anderson entered the copy room at the end of the hall, his lips turned up in a smile for the first time all day.

Reid's head snapped up at the sound of quick footsteps approaching his desk. He immediately regretted his actions due to a crick in his neck that he hadn't been aware of. Today had been a day supposedly dedicated to paperwork, but from what Reid had observed, he was the only one working. Morgan and Prentiss had been chatting it up over their coffee thermoses for the past hour. More to the point, Reid suspected that most of files he'd been bent over since 9 AM had been slipped into his pile by either one of his less-than-productive fellow profilers. There was just no WAY that they had finished their reports before him without foul play.

Reid rubbed his neck as he took in the sight of a yellow sticky note stuck haphazardly to his computer screen. Wheeling his chair over, he squinted at the nearly illegible scribble:

Get your tight ass to the copy room- I need it for a before and after xerox. It'll be unrecognizable by the time I'm finished with you.

PDA

Reid's brows furrowed as he took in the initials, than relaxed in recognition. Trying to look inconspicuous, he grabbed the note and stuffed it into a pocket and hurried out of the bullpen.

"Five whole minutes, Spencer. And for a work place booty call, too…"

"It took me at least one of those five to figure out that "PDA" was "Patrick Dylan Anderson" and not something else," came the snippy reply from the doorway. Anderson knew the boy well enough to pick up on the sultry undertone. The snap of the door shutting sent Anderson's pulse skyrocketing… but he didn't hear the anticipated click of the lock.

"Feeling exhibitionistic today, babe?"

The younger man's face flushed a delicate pink, and Anderson smiled. Only Spencer could blush like a virgin while answering a booty call- at the office, no less.

"I just thought… no, its silly and reckless, I can lock it-"

"No… don't. I like the way you think."

In a few hastened strides, Anderson had crossed the small room and enveloped Reid's lips with his own. A moan escaped the younger man's mouth and Anderson capitalized on his opportunity to thrust his tongue inside.

The two men dueled for dominance of the deep kiss as they fumbled blindly with each other's shirt buttons. Anderson finished first, and after pushing Reid's shirt off his shoulders he whipped the undershirt over his lover's head, momentarily interrupting their kiss.

Anderson waited for Reid to catch up to him, undressing-wise: his young lover harbored a slight insecurity when it came to being more naked than him before or during sex. He, himself, had a dominant side to him that never came out at work- unless he and Spencer were having a quickie in the copy room. His protective, possessive, alpha male presence was reserved mainly for his time with Spencer. It remained dormant at work, as it wouldn't bode well for him to put out an air of authority while at the office. He was as low ranking as agents come, the Bitch of the BAU… of course, that made his exploits with Spencer all the hotter.

Reid and Anderson's bare chests collided, one milky and flat, the other more tanned and muscular. Anderson broke the kiss to nip down the long expanse of his lover's neck as they undid each other's belts.

"W-what's the rush this mor…morning?" Reid panted, struggling to string coherent words together in his passion.

"You've got a case," Anderson murmured against his lover's neck, "Don't worry… Agent Jareau hasn't taken it up with your boss yet," Reid clung to Anderson for balance as he stepped out of his chords, "You won't have to be in the round-table room for at least a half an hour…" Anderson hissed in his ear before nibbling gently at his earlobe.

Finding both of them finally naked, Anderson ran his hands down his lover's body, savoring the soft skin and taking in the sharp angles from all the pronounced bones of Reid's skinny frame. Reaching his firm ass, he squeezed and massaged the tight muscles before hoisting the younger man up and carrying him to the copy machine. Reid, who was always pleasantly surprised at these subtle displays of his lover's strength, quickly wrapped his long legs around the man's waist in time to be set down on the smooth surface of the copier.

The two men groaned as their bare erections were pressed together due to the dominating weight that Anderson had placed upon Reid. Supporting both of them with one hand, Anderson reached the other between them…

"Anderson, I've just been info- What the FUCK do you think you're doing?"